"You're not going anywhere," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. Her free hand grabs my other wrist.
I buck my hips, trying to throw her off, but she just laughs, the sound echoing off the metal walls. With terrifying efficiency, she shifts her weight and hauls me upright, never once breaking contact with my skin.
"No!" I shout as she drags me across the room, her fingers locked around my wrist like a vice. "Let go of me!"
My feet scramble for purchase on the smooth metal floor as I fight against her pull. I'm kicking, twisting, doing everything I can to break free, but it's like fighting against a force of nature. No matter how I struggle, her hand remains firmly clasped around my wrist, her thumb pressed against my pulse point.
"You're making this harder than it needs to be," she says, her voice eerily calm despite my violent resistance.
I dig my heels in, throwing my weight backward, but she doesn't even slow down. Her enhanced strength makes my efforts feel pathetic, childish. With one powerful yank, she drags me the final few feet to the narrow bed.
"No, no, NO!" I scream, my voice breaking with desperation as she throws me onto the mattress.
I immediately try to roll away, but she's faster. Her hand shifts from my wrist to my ankle in one fluid motion, maintaining that crucial skin contact that prevents me from teleporting. With her free hand, she grabs the front of my jacket.
"Enough," she declares, her green eyes blazing with finality. "It's over."
With a single violent motion, she tears my jacket off, the fabric ripping apart like paper in her hands. I'm still fighting, still struggling, but there's a terrible inevitability to what's happening. She never breaks contact, her hand sliding from my ankle up my calf, then to my thigh as she methodically strips me.
My pants are next, torn away with the same frightening ease. The cool air hits my exposed skin, raising goosebumps across my flesh. I try to cover myself, but she catches my hands, pinning them above my head with one of hers while the other continues its work.
"Stop," I plead, my voice barely above a whisper now. "Please stop."
The fabric of my underwear yields to her grip with a sickening tear, the last barrier between us gone in an instant. My cock stands painfully erect, flushed dark with blood, a bead of clear fluid glistening at the tip. The shame burns hotter than the lust coursing through my veins.
"Perfect," Norma purrs, her eyes drinking in my unwilling arousal. "You want this as badly as I do."
"No," I choke out, but even to my ears the protest sounds hollow. My hips twitch involuntarily, seeking contact I don't consciously want. "This isn't me… It's the power…"
"Does it matter?" She straddles me in one fluid motion, her thighs clamping around my waist with crushing strength. Her naked body hovers above mine, radiating heat. "Your body knows what it needs."
I turn my face away, squeezing my eyes shut. If I can't see her, maybe I can pretend this isn't happening. But there's no escaping the weight of her on my pelvis, the scent of her arousal mingling with mine, the iron grip of her hand still pinning my wrists above my head.
Her hand cracks across my face with stunning force, my head snapping sideways as pain blooms across my cheek.
"Look at me!" she screams. "I want you to see exactly who's taking you."
The slap jolts something in me, a twisted circuit completing itself. To my horror, the pain transforms instantly into pleasure, making my already unbearable arousal spike even higher. My cock throbs painfully between us, desperate for release.
Norma's lips curl into a predatory smile as she positions herself above me. "I want you to watch," she commands, her voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "Watch as I take what I want from you."
I can't look away now even if I wanted to. My gaze is locked on the point where our bodies are about to join, a witness to my own violation. Her breathing quickens as she lowers herself, agonizingly slow, taking just the tip of my cock inside her.
A pathetic whimper escapes me, the sensation too intense to bear silently. "God," I gasp, my back arching involuntarily. "It's... it feels..."
My words dissolve into incoherence as she sinks further, taking another inch with deliberate slowness. Her body is impossibly hot, impossibly tight, gripping me like nothing I've ever felt before. Each millimeter of descent sends shockwaves of unwanted pleasure coursing through me.
She watches my face with scientific fascination, cataloging every twitch, every gasp, every involuntary reaction. Her pace is maddening, not a merciful quick violation, but a torturous, inch-by-inch claiming that forces me to experience every second in excruciating detail.
"Please," I beg again, tears of frustration and shame welling in my eyes.
Instead of answering, she sinks down fully in one smooth motion, taking my entire length inside her. A broken moan tears from my throat as my hips buck upward of their own accord.
"There we go," she purrs, her bloodshot green eyes gleaming with triumph as she settles herself completely on me. "Perfect fit, wouldn't you say?"
Those eyes bore into mine, pupils dilated with lust and something darker, a possessive, consuming hunger that treats me as an object rather than a person. The realization that I'm nothing more than a toy to her, a means to hurt someone else, makes bile rise in my throat.
"You love this, don't you?" she asks, beginning to rock her hips in small, maddening circles.
"I fucking hate you," I spit out, the words tearing from my raw throat even as my hips betray me, rising to meet her movements. My body and mind are at war, disgust and desire battling for control as she rides me with predatory precision. "I hate you so much."
She laughs, the sound echoing off the metal walls like broken glass. Her fingers dig into my chest, leaving crescent-shaped indentations as she increases her pace. Each movement sends jolts of unwanted pleasure coursing through me, my body responding despite the screaming protest in my mind.
"You hate me?" she purrs, leaning down until her face hovers inches from mine, auburn hair falling around us like a curtain. "Your body seems to disagree."
"I can't wait for Venom to kill you," I snarl, defiance burning through my shame. "When she finds us, she'll tear you apart."
Norma laughs again. Her body never stops moving on mine, each roll of her hips sending unwanted waves of pleasure through me.
"Is that so?" she purrs, leaning down until her face hovers just above mine. Her breath is hot against my lips. "Your monster girlfriend will have to find us first. And trust me, no one finds this place unless I want them to."
She brings her face closer, her eyes locked on mine with predatory intensity. Her tongue slips out between her lips, pink and wet, running slowly along her bottom lip. In my heightened state, the sight is mesmerizing. The pheromones coursing through my system twist my perception until her tongue looks like the most exquisite thing I've ever seen.
Before I can stop myself, I'm lifting my head, capturing her tongue between my lips. Our mouths crash together in a kiss that's all hunger and desperation. Her hands slide up to cradle my head instead, fingers tangling in my hair with surprising gentleness.
Our tongues dance together in a passionate rhythm that matches our bodies. Her taste fills my mouth, sweet and dangerous, like poison honey. Something warm and wet streams down my cheeks as I continue kissing her with growing intensity.
Tears. I'm crying, the hot trails cutting paths down my temples and into my hair. The absolute disgust I feel at my betrayal crashes against the physical pleasure in nauseating waves. Ellie's face flashes in my mind, her fierce blue eyes, her rare, genuine smile that's just for me. The thought of her makes my chest constrict with such pain that I can barely breathe through it.
I'm betraying the woman I love while my body surrenders completely to her worst enemy.
Norma breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough to look at my tear-streaked face.
"Oh no," Norma coos, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she studies my tear-streaked face. A smile plays at the corners of her mouth, barely contained. "Is the hero sad he can't stop enjoying his time with the big bad Goblin?"
The words cut through me like broken glass, each syllable twisting deeper into my wounded pride. I try to turn away, to hide my shame, but her hand grips my jaw, forcing me to look at her.
"I hate you," I choke out again, the words catching in my throat as her hips continue their relentless rhythm.
Her movements suddenly change, becoming more erratic, more desperate. Her breathing hitches, those green eyes widening as her body begins to tremble.
"Hate me all you want," she gasps, her voice fracturing as pleasure overtakes her. "Your body doesn't lie."
Her inner muscles begin to contract around me, pulsing with increasing intensity as she reaches her climax. The sensation is unbearable, each spasm sending electric currents racing up my spine. I try to fight it, to hold back the inevitable, but my resistance crumbles like sand against the tide.
Before I can stop it, she captures my lips again, more passionately than before. Her tongue invades my mouth as her body convulses above me. The kiss is violent, her teeth grazing my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. The metallic taste mingles with the sweetness of her mouth as she moans against my lips.
The rhythmic contractions of her body prove too much for me to resist. With a broken sob that she swallows with her kiss, I surrender completely. My hips buck upward as I begin to release inside her.
Wave after wave crashes through me, each pulse more intense than the last. My vision blurs at the edges, dark spots dancing across my field of view as the orgasm stretches out. It feels endless, a cruel parody of pleasure that borders on pain.
Norma breaks the kiss to watch my face, her expression one of sadistic delight. She doesn't stop moving, grinding down on me with precise, circular motions that extend my release to torturous lengths.
"That's it," she whispers, her voice hoarse with her own pleasure. "Cum deep inside me Shane. Good boy."
Her words ignite something primal within me, making my cock pulse traitorously inside her despite the shame burning through my veins. I buck upward pitifully, my body responding to her command with sickening eagerness for more praise as I continue to empty myself into her. Each spurt feels disloyal, my biology overriding every scrap of me.
After the final waves of my unwanted orgasm subside, I collapse back against the thin mattress, feeling utterly spent and hollowed out. My chest heaves with ragged breaths, tears still streaming silently down my head and into my hair.
Norma stares down at me, her head tilted slightly as she studies my face with clinical interest.
"You look done, Shane," she observes, her voice carrying a mocking lilt. "But your cock says otherwise."
Before I can process her words, she slams her hips down hard, taking me impossibly deep. A strangled cry escapes my throat as I realize with horror that she's right, I'm still rock hard inside her, my body refusing to return to normal despite having just climaxed. Whatever demonic power fuels my abilities has left me primed and ready.
Norma's lips stretch into a smile so wide it seems to defy the natural limitations of her face, something almost inhuman in its intensity. The expression sends ice through my veins even as my traitorous body responds to her movements.
"This night is just getting started, BABY!" she purrs, her fingers trailing down my tear-streaked cheek with mock tenderness. "We have all the time in the world."